Call Centre Blues

By Conan.White

Thu, 14 Apr 2011
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The coffee is cheaper than the plastic cup it is served in
Its taste as bitter as my life
For the calls are constant here
A barrage that will eventually destroy my very soul

My name badge has my name on it
But I leave my personality at the door
And I fear very soon I will no longer know who I am
For now I just have Facebook for a friend

My time here is monitored
Computed and tagged
Figures are what I live by
Statistics haunt My every move

I so wanted to be a sailor
And sail the seven seas
But now all I do is listen
And pray I get through my shift and stay sane the best I can........

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You paint a very bleak picture here, Conan, more than successfully. (Just a tiny typo in the fourth line, should be 'destroy'. This stanza in particular, is more than poignant:- "My name badge has my name on it But I leave my personality at the door And I fear very soon I will no longer know who I am For now I just have Facebook for a friend" Tina

 

Submitted by Conan.White on
Thank you Tina for both the comment and the correction, it is truly appreciated :)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You are more than welcome, Conan;-)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Conan.White, you describe only to well, the feelings of someone who is in a job they do not really want to do, I think we have all been there at some time in our lives, I certainly have. You definitely described the feelings well. Jenny.